That little uh uh uh 

That makes it feel like

I’ve never accomplished anything better in this life

Than that puddle of cum on the sheets

And sweat soaked into the mattress

That pump-action shotgun

Is an end-in-itself

And I know I’m not supposed to base my happiness in pleasing other people

But I think that that uh uh uh

Deserves a love poem, because

It means you loved me enough to stay this long

It means your dick has overcome the blow to get it done

It means (for tonight) you chose me over someone else you loved

It means I can brush these graveyard leaves off my ass

It means you’ll put the belt away (because even though I asked for it, now I’m worried you’re too drunk to know when it’s too much)

It means I can stop saying no, because it’s already over

It means I can fuck it all away

And that’s something

It’s got to be something